I'm supposed to be healing and recovering, I guess. But currently, I'm just sort of confused about everything. I started cutting in November 2010. I realize that I wasted my time drowning in depression, suicide, and self pity. I wish I never picked up that blade. I still struggle with my weight, happiness, and identity. I'm what I like to call "beautifully ugly." I still live in my world of fantasy, but I can figure out my way back to reality. I've tried to kill myself and tried to erase my existence. After failing at practically everything, I'm left here as a Nobody. My punishment for not succeeding is to be left alone in a world of company. It's complicated. But hey, that's life. And when you really think about it, it'll be over quicker than you know it. So do me a favor, let death come as it pleases. Face it, you can't control everything, so stop trying to. Sometimes life attacks you with these things, because in the end it's supposed to help you. You just have to look on the bright side.... So what if I'm a huge hypocrite, at least I'm trying again.
Days Clean:
how to decode a person with an anxiety disorder
This is by far one of the most important things I’ve seen on tumblr because It describes things I was not able to
